day twenty-three: gathering

Tonight all of the students studying special education gathered at the old building that used to serve as the university president's home. We ate pizza and played some getting-acquainted games. As the evening progressed the professors mingled and shook hands with each of us. It was a really pleasant setting with the the beautiful backdrop of the mountains and lovely gardens. A few of the profs I had already met outside of BYU because they had been in my kindergarten class when I was a technician supervising a student teacher that had been assigned to our room, so it was nice to feel a little bit of an acquaintance already.

Tomorrow I will attend a funeral for a sweet lady that lived down the street from me. What suffering she has put up with for the past handful of years. These experiences teach me to be thankful for my life and to enjoy the process. I am and I will.

4 comments

wendy | September 11, 2009 at 11:22 AM

Cute photo of you and I like the haircut. Interestingly enough, I am (even as I type this) on my way to southern Alberta to attend the funeral of a dear family friend (6yrs old). She died of an incurable brain tumor. sooooo very sad. So yes, we need to enjoy our lives, make the best of them and enjoy all of lifes experiences we can WHILE we can.
thanks Kazzy for you sweet comment on my blog. I appreciated that. YES, I am still trying to "get it right". I wonder if I will live long enough to do so.

April | September 11, 2009 at 11:40 PM

I am and I will.....I like it! You are making me dizzy with all that you are doing and accomplishing. When I grow up I want to be just like you! :)

Kazzy | September 11, 2009 at 11:55 PM

I am just plowing through, but I really am trying to be grateful for each step. sigh You would be doing the same thing!

Elizabeth Mahlou | September 13, 2009 at 6:45 PM

Re your deviled eggs, good for you! You must be a good cook. I made deviled eggs only once -- for my daughter's Jobs' Daughters meeting. Only one was eaten; after that person commented on them, no one touched them and my daughter brought them all back home. Alas!